Thanks for stopping by to KN J Tales and Snippets! Let me tell you a bit about myself and how this blog came to be.

I started journal writing as a form of cathartic release from all of the stresses of being a mother of two young children, working, and day-to-day living.

I found that many of my journal entries were funny snippets of my day spent with my two adventurous and cheeky cherubs. Oftentimes, I’ve found myself in rather amusing and outright unbelievable situations. Of course, there have been times upon self-reflection where the entries speak of the darker moments in my life, like my struggles with mental health issues and parenting.

Journal writing re-awakened my love for creative writing and storytelling. I found a desire to share my words with others. And so after much deliberation, this blog was born. My very own blog journal!

If you choose to join me on my journey, you’ll probably read short stories based on my personal experiences in life and as a parent. Most of the time, they’ll be funny and relatable, maybe even inspiring! Other times, you might read some words that are hard for me to write but find the courage to share.

I’ll aim for a weekly post. Maybe even two! (very unlikely at this stage in life)

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I hope you enjoy reading my words as much as I love writing them.

x Kathy

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My brother is quite money savvy, especially when it comes to his yearly insurance checkups. Makes sense given his background in finance and accounting. Unlike my younger sibling, I’m no financial savant. I like a bargain and saving money, but only if I don’t have to work for it. With the pandemic lockdown and becoming a single income family, my brother recommended that we review our insurance premiums. Solid advice given all our premiums has skyrocketed this year.

The only problem is I hate asking for a discount. It makes me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a family where asking for a discount or perk was normal. Haggling for a good price was common practice within the community that I lived in. Not asking meant being ripped off and as we straddled the line of poverty, being polite or embarrassed wasn’t conducive to meeting our basic living needs. So my parents excelled at being professional negotiators of the discount variety. I guess that trait bypassed me.

Asking for a discount seems rude and makes me feel like a cheapo, especially when the savings won’t make or break the bank. Plus I despise elevator music and the awkward small talk. Have I mentioned that my children rarely give me a moment of peace and expect me to cater to their every whim? It’s virtually impossible to have a phone conversation with anyone. However, a review of our recent credit card statement showing our large contribution to Uber Eats had me feeling guilty enough to make the call.

After listening to wretched elevator music for twenty minutes, a call centre woman from our car insurance company finally took my call.

“Welcome to ***. How can I help?” The woman could barely muster any enthusiasm before heaving a great sigh of annoyance. She didn’t give me good vibes. I found myself anxious asking the question.

“Um… I’d like to… you know… see if I could possibly… maybe… like get a discount?”

An uncomfortable few seconds of silence was followed by another (involuntary?) loud exhale of air. How rude! So what if I was like every Joe Blow asking for a discount? We ARE in a pandemic and money is tight for everyone!

Ten minutes of questions and some ‘professional discretion’ later, I got my discount and it only cost me my dignity.

I decided to compare the premium with another company. I chose an insurance company known for its affordable premiums and top-notch customer service. It was towards the last page of their online quote that I realised someone from the company would call to release the quote.

I wish I hadn’t accepted the call. For an hour I was bombarded with the ‘spiel’. You know, the “How’s your day?” and “But wait, there’s more!” and “At ***, we endeavour to give our customers the best experience and support.”

To be fair, the call centre man was very pleasant and customer focused. But he gave off a used car salesperson vibe. The longer I spent on the phone with him, the more I felt like I was being sucked into a vacuum of despair. There was a litany of questions… unending, eye-stabbing, head-banging questions coupled with useless one-sided banter. I stuck to it because damn it, I wanted that quote! I had wasted so much of my time and effort.

Eventually, he gave me the quote and after learning that it was higher than my current premium, I tried ending the call. I’m a decent person, so the idea of simply hanging up on someone isn’t something that sits well with me but heck, this dude was something else. He wouldn’t take no for an answer even after I told him I had to go to cook dinner and that my children needed me. In the end I had no choice; I hung up.

The dude tried calling immediately afterwards and bombarded me with me multiple emails. Two days later, he called again and left messages to speak to me. By this point, I was kinda freaked out at the stalkerish behaviour and blocked the numbers.

I emailed to the company politely asking not to be contacted again via email or phone. I didn’t like being railroaded. The shotgun approach was disturbing. Can you imagine how many little old women and men must get harassed into accepting a shitty quote just because they can’t say no?

This experience has taught me some things.

One – If I have to speak to customer service, I’d rather deal with a rude but efficient employee to the overly pleasant but dog with a bone salesperson.

Two – Asking for discounts is not my jam.

Three – Be careful of what you wish for.

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During lockdown, we bought a Nintendo game called Animal Crossing. Have you heard of it? It’s a popular social simulation game where you play a customisable character that willingly moves to a deserted island run by a (shady-ass) raccoon named Tom Nook, the island landlord. He gives you a tent and some tools. You make ‘money’ through selling fish and bugs that you catch. Pillaging and pilfering for resources from smaller islands and trading on the turnip stock market gets you the big bucks (ahem… just a tip). You can recreate your own dream island filled with friends, fruit and money trees, a museum and a clothing store. If you don’t mind repaying exorbitant mortgage loans to Tom, you can turn your humble tent into a three storey house and hoard furniture and clothes until your heart’s content.

Anyway, I’m getting off track. The point is, the kids love this game and so do I. It’s fun, friendly and ever so addictive. Whenever my three-year-old son has a turn, he likes to take off all his character’s clothing and run around in his underwear. Whenever my seven-year-old daughter has a turn, she likes to go to the clothing store and spend all her money on unnecessary fashion.

It’s painful to sit and watch them play. I have a habit of telling them what to do. I remind them that there’s fruit to harvest and sell, weeds and fallen sticks to pick up, mortgage loans to repay, and island star ratings to consider.

My husband always says, “Let them play their game how they want.”

You see, I forget that each child is playing the game to their level of maturity. Each person is unique in their definition of success and their journey to maturity. What a three-year-old boy finds interesting is different to that of a seven-year-old girl. And the same goes for adults.

My son is a hoarder of fish and furniture. He has a room filled to the brim with fish tanks and furniture stacked randomly inside and outside of his house. My daughter has questionable taste in fashion and wallpaper. She will spend her entire savings at the clothing store. But that is their game. That is what’s important to them. That is where they are in their journey.

As an adult, I am used to running on that pesky treadmill of life (obviously not literally because sweating and I have a hate-hate relationship). I am much further along in my journey to maturation, having experienced some high and lows of this rollercoaster called a life. Sometimes I forget to have realistic expectations of my children.

I need to remind myself to give my children the freedom to grow emotionally, socially, spiritually and intellectually at a pace that meets their needs. They will have plenty of years to be burdened by the complexities of life but as a parent, I can try to shelter them as best I can. Hopefully, in a way that doesn’t turn them into precious snowflakes!

In the meantime, I’ll wait until they’re asleep to log onto Animal Crossing to harvest all those unpicked fruit, make some money and pay off their loans. Hey, I’m not addicted! Someone’s gotta do it. Well, that’s the excuse I’m sticking to.

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